It was nearing the time that I knew I would be leaving for another overseas assignment and Linda could not accompany me on this one as she had our first. It was going to be tough for her, and even worse for me, but I knew that I owed it to her to find some company for her to occupy her time while I was gone.
A Friend in Need (15)
It was nearing time for Linda and me to move on when I walked across the parking lot of our company and saw a familiar bumper sticker. It was the decal of a well known swinging group. I recognized it immediately and decided to hang around, since it was nearly quitting time, to see who would go to that car.
I was very surprised when Greg Chillcot, one of our purchasing agents approached, unlocked, and slid inside it. I knew Greg only faintly since our two functions were not alike, but he was the kind of guy that I thought Linda would like – average height, blonde hair, muscular build and about our age (late 30’s) – who dressed well and always looked presentable.
I got home a little later than usual that night and found Linda was still entertaining our neighbor, George. It had become more or less routine for him to drop by in the late afternoon, if Sandy was busy with their child, and get a little from my wife who had enjoyed his advances early that summer. Their affair had continued until now, late spring, while I did a few afternoons with his wife ‘to keep the score even.’ Linda liked George, but she especially like the hard, thick cock he kept in her pussy as often as possible. I certainly had no objections to that since I got all the sloppy seconds that I had come to appreciate more than a fresh fuck. The real plus was, after fucking her, I always got to eat that freshly fucked pussy. It was still my favorite dish and I dined on it often, thanks to George and some of our other friends.
I sat down and watched a good porn tape while George finished his fun with Linda. Normally I would have gone into the bedroom and watched for a while before joining him in a threesome with my wife, but I had become so engrossed with the idea that I might have found a new playmate for Linda that I really preferred to wait until he was finished with her, then tell her the good news as I got my own share of her hot pussy.
I didn’t have too long to wait. George usually only spent a couple of hours with her, despite Linda’s insistence that longer would be even more fun. Less than a half our later, George came out of the bedroom with his arm around my wife. He was fully dressed, but she was still nude. He greeted me and then turned and gave Linda a relatively brief kiss with lots of tongue and a final squeeze of her magnificent boobs before telling us good by and going out the door to rejoin Sandy.
Linda looked at me and smiled, a trace of George’s enjoyment sliding slowly down the inside of her thigh as she beckoned me into our bedroom. She was already on the bed, legs spread wide before I finished undressing and joined her.
“You’re looking very pleased with yourself. Did you drop by and give Sandy a poke while I was doing George?”
I shook my head as I sat down and turned toward her, lying down between her thighs and scooping the first of my tasty treat off her sodden muff with one finger that found its way to my mouth.
“No, but I think I’ve found us a new playmate. I don’t know whether it’s a couple or not. Do you know Greg Chillcot.?
She frowned as she thought about the question. I knew that at one time or another he might have met Linda, but I didn’t believe he knew her or she knew him well, so I wasn’t surprised when she shook her head and told me that she didn’t recall having met him or his wife.
I told her what I had seen today in the parking lot and told her that I was going to leave a note on his car tomorrow with our phone number and ask him to give us a call.
“So, if you get a call from him tomorrow, just tell him that he has a decal on his car from a club we belong to and see if there is any reaction one way or another. You know, it could be that he bought the car from a used car lot and the decal was on it when he bought it.”
“Interesting,” she sighed, leaning back and thinking about it, but not to the exclusion of what she had come to know was the natural result of her having been fucked. She smiled and then added, “But you’d better get busy, your supper is getting cold.”
I didn’t need a prompting like that more than once. Taking off my glasses and stretching out between her thighs, I inhaled the fresh aroma of a well-fucked bush as my hands reached higher and wrapped themselves around her breasts. I gave them a gentle squeeze, admiring once more the fullness and delightful sight of her nipples projecting almost a half inch above the areolas. I buried my nose in the valley of delights and used an upward movement of my head to spread her lips wider, giving her clit a gentle nudge as the swollen, reddened lips opened for me. I sank my tongue into the lowest part of that coral valley and used the tip to scrape the first of my reward from her, causing her a shiver of delight.
“M-m-m,” I murmured, lifting my head. He really left a big load in you this time.”
“He always does,” she managed to giggle. “But nothing like that first time when he thought I was cheating on you. I thought he was going to fuck me to death that afternoon, remember?”
How could I forget how concerned George had been that first day when I he walked into our living room, both he and Linda, naked as they had been all afternoon with each other. Of course it hadn’t taken long for us to reach an amicable agreement to share spouses, and – even better – to compare notes about other swinging partners which had led to several more eventful meetings with their friends and ours that often turned into weekend long orgies.
I chuckled with appreciation for the memories as my tongue broadened and once again found its way down that widening valley as I spread her legs wider. I let it drag over her clit. Not much, just enough to cause her to jerk with the pleasure it sent through her., Then I began ‘drilling for oil’ as I called it, using my tongue like a scoop to take as much of their combined juices as I could, savoring the taste as much as the vision of George fucking her for me. Ever since I had begun eating Sandy our, she too insisted that I eat her pussy. I’ve found that every one tastes different, but Linda’s had always been one of the sweetest, and I was enjoying it now. I knew that after such a short fuck, Linda would need another orgasm or too and I began using my lips around her swollen, protruding clit to give it to her. She was clasping my head tightly to her gash, thrusting upward with her hips and grunting with pleasure as I found the right combination and worried that lovely morsel until it gave up its juices to me once more. Linda was jerking in the spasms of delight, almost twisting my head off as she rolled from one side to the other as the sensitivity of her clit increased with my sucking, nibbling oral touch.
When, with a final gasp, her toes uncurled and her body was no longer shaking with the pleasure of a good orgasm, I wiped my face and crawled higher on her belly. Her lovely breasts took their own punishment as I sucked and squeezed those full breasts of hers. Linda’s breast had always been extremely sensitive to sex play and within minutes she was encouraging me to fill her cunt with my own shaft. Of course I did as she asked, pushing deep into that chamber of delights in one long thrust, lubricated by the remains of George’s cum in her tight sheath. I lay there on her belly, my elbows and knees keeping most of my weight off of her as I let my cock soak in the silky warmth of her love box.
Only after I felt her hips thrusting against me did I begin the slow in and out motions that I knew would eventually lead her to Nirvana once more. I could feel the muscles of her well-trained pussy gripping me, trying to pull my seed from me as they had from George, but I always liked to take my time. Linda also has one of the hottest pussies I’ve ever been in, and it was the delight of being in that velvet glove-like core that kept me coming back for more every time I could convince her that I was in need – or at least a half dozen times a week, whichever came first.
Tonight was no different. In a variety of positions and speed of movements, we gave each other the ultimate pleasure until she warned me that she was becoming tired and asked me to finish. I could understand that. After three hard orgasms, and another couple or so with her lover, even Linda needed a break; so with a final flourish, I pressed my cock to the end of her soft shaft and filled it to overflowing with my own love juices. She was barely able to make it to the bathroom, cupping her crotch with her hand, before it began leaking between her fingers. She always hated that, and I knew I would be tasked to clean her juicy pussy when she had gotten rid of the most of the overflow.
“Do you think he will call?” she asked, coming back in and climbing on the bed once more for the required cleaning.
“I really have no idea and we’re getting so close to leaving, that it really makes no difference. You have George and his buddies. I have Sandy and her friends. That’s probably enough for now.”
“Yes, but it’s always so nice to have a fresh one,” she giggled as I pressed her thighs apart and began using my tongue to clean that sweet residue from almost chapped lips.
She called me at work the next day and told me that Greg had called.
“He was pretty evasive,” she said, “but admitted that the decal was one he had put on just a week ago. He’s married, but his wife left him and now he’s trying to find someone who he can play with as a single. He said it’s really tough. He wanted to know my name and where I lived, but I told him that you would call him back and talk to him if he wanted to play. Here’s his phone number. He says it’s best to call him about 7 or so.”
I could just imagine why Greg had been so interested. On the phone, Linda sounds almost like a child, but the longer you talk, the hungrier men get to see her. It was just coming up on 7, so I told her I would call.
Greg answered almost immediately. I got the impression that he had been sitting by the phone waiting for this call. Not that I blame him after talking to Linda. Her voice literally radiates sex and she really turns guys on.
I asked him if the decal was his once again and he said it was. I asked him to explain what it meant, knowing that if he was a swinger, he would be able to explain it.
“Greg, I think you and I work for the same company, and I can understand your situation as a single. Why don’t I meet you at the barbeque place on Smith Avenue in a half hour. I’ll recognize you and then we can talk.” I listened as he confirmed the place and time, telling me that he would be driving the car with the decal. I told Linda that I would go meet Greg and, if he worked out to be kind of person I expected him to be, I would bring him back with me. She should be prepared to entertain.
It was almost exactly a half hour later when I pulled into the parking area for the barbeque stand. Gregg was there, waiting, eating a sandwich. I got out of my car and approached his on foot.
I leaned through the open window on the passenger side and spoke to him with a smile on my face.
“Hi, Greg,” I said, offering my hand. “I think you are waiting for me.”
Greg was startled, but took my hand and smiled. “Well, I never would have guessed it was you, Earl. Get in and let’s talk.” I got into his car and ordered a sandwich from the car hop.
